On the fourth day of creation, God gave the world its rhythm. “And God said, Let there be lights in the firmament of the heaven to divide the day from the night; and let them be for signs, and for seasons, and for days, and years.”—Genesis 1:14 Before that moment, light had been created. But …
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There are moments when words feel too small, too fragile to carry the weight of glory. Easter morning is one of those moments. The sky feels a little wider, as if heaven has leaned in to listen. The sunlight is not just light—it’s promise. And though the tulips bloom and the pews fill and the …
Like a runner rounding the last lap on a hot day, your eyes search for a finish line that just won’t come into view. The psalmist knew that feeling. “I have done judgment and justice: leave me not to mine oppressors.” (Psalm 119:121) There’s no self-righteousness here. Just honesty. “Lord, I did what was right… …
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There’s something sacred about hands. The weathered hands of a carpenter. The gentle hands of a nurse. The strong hands of a father lifting his child to the sky. Hands tell stories. They build, they bless, they hold on when the world comes undone. “Thy hands have made me and fashioned me...” (Psalm 119:73) Can …
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